| My Father |
| How i miss this chunky brown cheek
Beautiful land where i used to leave a child kiss How i miss those strong hands That used to lift me up in the air How i miss this greasy black hair Always waiting for a fresh cut How i miss those white teeth Smiling even when you were sad.... My skin is calling you Father Like a forgotten clay I broke in a thousand dusty pieces Like a forgotten day Only in my memory You will stay To my Father Died before this conversation i never had |
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| Written by Claudine Tsie8ei Sioui |
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